To sit alone in darkness.
Hidden,
Hidden from the cruel world.
The world that brought about the exsistence.
The exsistence of evil.
The evil that holds us all captive.
Why do we allow it to?
Perhaps we cannot get free.
Or perhaps we simply don't want to.
The choice is ours.
Sad, we usually choose the latter.
What do we believe in?
It causes pure confusion.
The evil does.
With so much it's hard to believe there was good at one point.
If there ever was.
One shall never know.
The secrets that dance around in our minds.
The part that none of us use.
Even the good has evil lurking behind it now.
Trapped.
No where left to go.
No one to turn to.
Except god.
The one who can help.
The only good that shines through in the darkness.
Like a small light.
Barely existing.
Barely noticed while shining in a lit room.
But as soon as the darkness takes over,
It shines like never before.
Eminating greatness upon us all.
Illuminating a grascious, gentle light onto all of our doubts.
All of our troubles.
Now I see why children are afraid of the dark.
And also why they need their night-light.
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Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul
PoetryThis is a series of poems I, Brianna French, have written. The are completely original, and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal them. Thank you SO much for reading! I am 13 years old as of now, but I will be 14 in the July of 2013. Please feel...
